redshiftlogs | october 2019. welcome to the void.

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october 2019. welcome to the void.

Who: Everyone in Anchor.
What: Fourth Introductory Mingle
When: The Month of October 2019
Where: Around and outside the city.
Warnings: Please add any warnings in the subject lines.

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Click here to read what characters will experience when arriving in Anchor.

a. sini express delivery service.

There's something odd rolling through Anchor. Whether they wake with it next to their beds or find it sitting neatly in some corridor as if placed there just for them, characters will start finding items that are distinct and unique enough that they have to belong to someone. But where are they coming from? And whose are they?

The easiest way to find out is probably to walk around with the item held high yelling "Does this belong to you?" but that's not a good way to cover a lot of ground.

Don't worry, though! There's someone (something?) to help you. Chiming in periodically from communicators or intercoms across Anchor comes a voice that might sound a little familiar to anyone who made it as far as that spaceship wreckage in the wasteland. Softly laughing and humming, this some-one-thing will cheerfully coax characters in the right direction, giving tips and offering little clues to anyone who might be confused about whose item they have.

Characters struggling with identifying whose item they got might hear a helpful voice whispering out of their device as they move around the city - "Warmer, waaaaarmer...oh no! COLD!" They might hear a laughing voice coming out of a nearby speaker, giving tips or riddles about the person the item belongs to - "Her eyes are grey!" or "What kind of spider is sweet as pie?" Sometimes, it'll just be amused giggling at the efforts of those trying to find their object's owner. That bubbly voice is everywhere, encouraging residents to solve the riddle because "It'll be wooooorth it. Pinky swear!"

And no matter what, it can't be turned off or muted, and it doesn't respond to any direct attempts to communicate in return.

b. flu season.

No one probably takes special notice, at first. It's a sniffle here, a cough or chill there. 'Tis the season in some universe, after all, and even the advanced decontamination process isn't completely flawless. But what starts as a tickle in the throat gets a little worse over the span of a week, or in some cases a lot worse.

Whether laid up for a few days or longer, afflicted characters can expect to feel a few consistent symptoms. Dizziness, lightheadedness, chills and fever, coughing and sneezing (that kind of sneezing that comes in annoyingly long bursts and makes you feel like you've shot your brain out of your nose).

Oh, and hallucinations. Mild ones! Nothing to write home about! (If you even could, anyway.) Hallucinations are the last stage of this mild interuniversal flu, an annoyance more than anything...

And it leaves some people immune, and some people even more susceptible to what might follow.

c. harvestival festival.

Something good is happening in the agricultural sector. Weird, right?

But lo, the whole place has started to bloom seemingly overnight. Tiny fruits become noticeable, then large. Edible vegetation is flourishing, and you can tell which vegetation is edible thanks to the flocks, gangs, and small herds of creatures that have emerged from the still-wild depths of the sector. None of these creatures are aggressive except as a means to protect themselves when scared. Unused to strangers as they are, they'll probably let you get pretty close! Which means you could hunt them, I guess, or try to lasso and bring home some critters to the farm and fenced areas.

The food varies wildly. From electric pink berries the size of a pinkie to giant purple melons nestled in beds of vines. The tastes are as exotic and strange as the fruits themselves. A few people might even recognize some kinds of fruit from home. The root vegetables, squash, and edible vegetation is as colorful as the fruit, though a little more weirdly shaped. Why does that carrot-seeming thing look like a coiled spring? Who knows? You can't judge its life.

The culinarily inclined can take harvested goods to the kitchen areas and start experimenting, but beware! Even plants that look like they could be from Earth or other areas that the residents of Anchor know probably taste a little weirder or more intense than normal. Your best bet for a good recipe is to taste a little bit of everything before you get started. The spicy, the melony, the crunchy, salty, and sweet. There are no available records of what any of these things are, so you'll have to make it up as you go! The only consistent thing across all the agricultural sector's bounty is that NONE of it is poisonous. And none of it will get you high, Klaus and Kabal, so don't get your hopes up.

Navigation.

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1: WHO WANTS TO GO ON A SHIP TRIP? (Backdated to late September)

Heading back out to investigate that ship a little better, anyone interested in coming with can meet me in the hangar in liiiiike, an hour. Two hours? I'm flexible. -Peter

[Anyone who feels like going on a field trip to the creepy ship from a couple months back can indeed meet Peter in the hangar, and after a good figuring-out-a-gameplan huddle, our little group of adventurers are OFF,

For his part, Peter is mostly interested in seeing what sort of things can be salvaged. At first, at least. He spends most of his time on the ship creeping around in the dark corners, lifting heavy debris out of the way and looking for a way to get further into the ship . Once he does find a way inside he'll be doing much of the same, but it doesn't last for long once he hears creepy child noises. He kind of already regrets coming here because noooooooooope.]

2. DELIVERY SERVICE

[So speaking of creepy child noises, Peter awakens with a start and nearly flips right out of the web hamock he'd set up in his lab when this fucking terrifying child giggle (it's not that terrifying peter calm down) comes from his communicator. He untangles himself from the webs very ungracefully and scoops the sat phone up, fully intending to just pitch it at the wall because how dare you startle me, but then it actually starts saying words. Even if he's annoyed that the place is haunted again, he's just curious enough to listen.]

On the table, silly spider!

[NOPE HE STILL WANTS TO PITCH HIS PHONE, but he does glance over at the table while he's winding up to do just that. The book he finds there is just goddamn ridiculous looking enough to make him once again stop in his tracks. It's. A romance novel about a bear. Okay. Okay, fine, he picks it up to examine it, nearly throws it across the room after he reads the horrible, pun-filled tagline, and ultimately decides "fuck it". Time to go out and see who this belongs to. He absolutely plans on doing this by holding the book up and yelling, but the spooky kids have other plans.]

Something old for someone new! Look for red combined with blue!

[He pitches his communicator into the floor and just shatters the fucking thing NOW THE GHOSTS ARE DOING RHYMING RIDDLES AT HIM AND HE JUST CANNOT WITH THIS DR. SEUSS SHIT RIGHT NOW. Sigh sigh.]

3. FLU SEASON

[Peter doesn't get sick. He just doesn't, not since before the spider bit him. He hasn't so much as had a cold for years now, so when he starts to feel a tickle in his throat, he figures he might have just swallowed a cat hair or something and doesn't think anything of it. Aaand then a couple days pass and he realizes that he must have caught something, but also he has literal super powers, surely his body can just fight off whatever this is on it's own and he'll be fine. But it's outer space, and even his cranked up immune system isn't invincible.

He manages to make it into his lab eventually, but uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh. Yeah man it's obvious that he shouldn't even be out of bed, much less trying to work. One day he doesn't even manage to get out of bed, and finally someone has probably convinced him to visit the medbay. Gee Peter maybe if you hadn't been overworking yourself so much lately you wouldnt be in such horrible shape right now, huh.]

4. WILDCARD

[You know how these work. hit me at

mummifiedsalarian or mummifiedsalarian#0939 on Discord if you want to hash anything out, otherwise I will roll with whatever <3]

[While Peter is out looking for someone with red and blue combined, there's a very tall lady with a whole lot of lavender hair searching for her own recipient. Elleru's phone chimes at her as she makes her way toward the lower levels:]

Look out for a man of tricks, and to his arm this piece affix!

[And tucked in the crook of her elbow is a leather armguard, one with a lovely blue ribbon tied around it. Clearly, she thought it important to make this gift presentable, whether she knew who it was for or not. It is how the uprights do, after all. She seems a little frustrated with her communicator though, pursing her lips as she gives it a hard look.]

I would like another clue. There are many floors, and there could be many men of tricks. How will I know which one?

[The phone buzzes again, the singsong voice responding.]

Who can help you find this man? Turn around, 'cause that kid can!

[Elleru turns and looks behind her, her magenta eyes landing right on Peter. Ah, a much better clue indeed -- she puts on a wide smile and makes her way in his direction, her eyes trailing downward as she closes the gap between them. Goodness, he's cute. So small, too. Or is that normal height for uprights? Given she towers over him by several inches, she cannot tell. She greets him with a bow of her head.]

Hello, little man. [Her accent is thick; perhaps she did not mean that literally. Or maybe she did, since she's 6'4" and he's definitely littler by comparison.] Can you help me?

[Peter stands at a whopping 5'8" max, so yes, this lady is very tall. He looks up from the broken chunks of what used to be his phone and is startled to see her there. Hoooooly shit girl, you big.

He isn't quite putting two and two together yet, so he doesn't think to ask her about this book that he has tucked under his arm. Also he's a little distracted by not being sure if she's being rude or not? He decides not, since people aren't usually intentionally rude to people they're asking for help.]

I-- I... yeah, I can-- I can help. Sorry, yeah, um. What can I help with?

[Forgive hi for stuttering like a moron. It's been a weird morning.]

[Oh, the small, cute upright is having some trouble finding his words. Maybe it's because she's beautiful and she knows it, or maybe it's because she's very tall. Either way, his starting and stopping apparently endears him to her instantly, as if his being an upright didn't do that already. She offers him the armguard to examine.]

The phone has told me to seek a man of tricks. Do you know any man like that? Perhaps he is not literal man, but... formative? Figurative. [That's the word she was going for.]

[I mean little of A, little of B. She's very attractive and that is very intimidating. Not that he's checking her out or anything, that would be super rude and also he has a girlfriend. Still though. Pretty tall lady with cool ears and purple hair, and also he's never seen her before. The ghost riddle is starting to come together, but he'll get to that in a minute. He takes the armguard and gives it a once over, but he doesn't really recognize it.]

Uhh... Only "man of tricks" I can think of is Loki, but he's a trickster God? I... I think that still counts as a man of tricks. He's tall, kinda skinny, black hair.

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[Elleru looks down at the armguard, trying to wonder why a god would wear such a thing, but then again, why would a god be in a place like this? Still, if he fits the description, that's good enough to for her.]

Tall, black hair, thin. I shall seek him out. Now where may I find this— ah!

[She holds up a finger — wait — and pulls out her communicator, skimming down the list of names. Hm, she doesn't see a "low key," or even a similar name. Maybe he did not use his name for the network. She didn't.]

Hm. [She pouts.] Perhaps it will not be so easy to find him, after all.

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Yeah, uh... I don't actually know what room he's staying in. He usually just pops up whenever he feels like it. Tell you what, if I run into him, I'll let him know that the tall lady with purple hair is lookin' for him.

[Speaking of finding people to give them shit, Peter suddenly remembers the weird book he's carting around, and whips it out to show her.]

By the way, does uh, this look familiar to you?

[Peter, you can't just whip out raunchy books and show them to whomever you like. In good news, she doesn't seem disturbed in the slightest -- in fact, her immediate surprise interrupts the polite thanks she was giving him regarding his offer. She lets out what can only be described as a peppy chirp, something somewhat unfitting for her current appearance, as she snatches the novel from his hands.]

Where did you find this?!

[She flips through the novel, the aged pages smelling just a bit like cinnamon. It's just as she remembers it: the beautiful dress on the bear on the cover, the notes she took along the edges of the pages, the saucy love scene lasting from pages 166-169. She rubs her face against the cover, clearly overjoyed.]

I thought I had lost this! How worried I was!

[He just lets her snatch that thing out of his hands and maybe even takes a small step back. Like this is weird? But he is glad that she so happy about this terrible sexy bear book, so that's a plus. I guess?]

I-it just appeared in my lab, like, it was there when I woke up. And then a ghost or something was like "yo solve my ghost riddles" on my phone and-- ...and I smashed it into the ground and need to get a new one. Kind of a weird morning.

Peter Parker | Open

Delivery Service - just winging it that Peter is out looking for her

YEAAAAH BUDDY

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